By Bette Lafferty
Temple Terrace Branch, Tampa, Florida
Growing older has not diminished the joy
I feel when viewing a new box of crayons, or
the paint samples at the hardware store or
stacks of colored paper at Office Depot.
My eyes may be dimming, but
fireworks in all their glory light the fire
within me. The brilliance of Christmas decorations
stirs the child I embrace, stimulating joy
I may not understand the process of refraction that
creates the rainbow, but
the arch of colors dazzles my eye
and excites my spirit,
like lightning bolts riding through the sky
that shower me with the brilliance
of white diamonds, sparkling waterfalls and
all wrapped together into one.
A crisp North Carolina blue sky
delights my soul while
the skeins of yarn filling the shelves at the craft shop
stimulate my imagination.
I dance to the color of music
that only my mind can see
and thank the glass blowers for their fabulous
colorful creations molded by blazing fire.
Most importantly, I am overjoyed that the Lord decided to paint
our world with color.